Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Poem of the Week - In the Deep Darkness of Night (17 May, 2011)

Selected by Mary Kling

Poets United is all about community and acknowledging and celebrating individual poets and their poems.  This week's poem, written by Madhumakhi, can be found at




In the Deep Darkness of Night 


Outside:
the door creaks,
wind howls,
leaves rustle swooshing,
thunder rumbles,
panes rattle
and rain pitter- patters.

Inside:
the fan chugs,
tap leaks -
drip.tip.drip.tip.drip;
dad snores,
sister and mother breathe deep rhythmic;
and i lie,
muscles clenched, heart
beating drumming pounding
erratically in my chest,
cold sweat lining my brow.

Somehow in the deep darkness of night,
in silence of sleep,
all soft sounds seem scarily amplified.


Thanks, Madhumakhi, for being part of our community.

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We hope you have enjoyed reading this week’s selection. Each week we select a poem from one of our members which we feel is a wonderful read. It is the poetry penned by our members and their willingness to share that is the core of our community. If you enjoyed reading this poem we can guarantee there will be many more like it so be sure to stop by next week and read the poem that has been selected for your reading pleasure.

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12 comments:

  1. madhumakhi,

    This is a wonderful poem, which captures that night feel.
    Congratulations on being selected as Poem of the Week.
    Best wishes, Eileen

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  2. Why does everything seem louder and more significant at night? Great poem-thank you!

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  3. It's true! Believe it or not that is when i truly feel I can write my best. A wonderful piece Mary.

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  4. Thank you all so much!
    @Lolamouse: The night is a mystery and that's what i like about it.
    @Andy Mcdonald: Even my better poems are written at night.

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  5. Nights for me bring a different kind of poetry than days, it seems. Days - brighter poetry. Nights - darker poetry.

    Madhumakhi, I read quite a lot of your poetry and really liked this one. I could 'hear' this poem; and I've also experienced the 'scarily amplified' sounds in the night!

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  6. Yes, the mystery and allure that arrive when the sun sets and the moon's glow arrives. Scary thoughts in those shadows~ Well Done!

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  7. I love this poem. Wonderful pick, Mary. It is so nice to read your work, Madhumakhi, here at Poets United.

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  8. Picturesque and 'Soundsque'. I can visualise and audiolise this. Fabulous work, Madhumakhi.

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  9. You've hit something universal, that we can all identify with. It recalled for me as a child how at night the beating of my own heart near my temples sounded like horses' hooves.

    Richard

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  10. It is a great poem, very clear imagery and sounds.

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